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... bring her within the pale of the Catholic Church . Whether they were suc- cessful or not I cannot ascertain . This lady was Eliza- beth , daughter and coheir of Edward Bourchier , Earl of Bath , and third of the four wives of Basil ...
... bring her within the pale of the Catholic Church . Whether they were suc- cessful or not I cannot ascertain . This lady was Eliza- beth , daughter and coheir of Edward Bourchier , Earl of Bath , and third of the four wives of Basil ...
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... bring , Stuffed with down of angel's wing . Thus carried up on high , For to Heaven thou must go , Sweetly shalt thou lie , And in soft slumbers bathe thy woe ; Till the singing orbs awake thee , And one of their bright chorus make thee ...
... bring , Stuffed with down of angel's wing . Thus carried up on high , For to Heaven thou must go , Sweetly shalt thou lie , And in soft slumbers bathe thy woe ; Till the singing orbs awake thee , And one of their bright chorus make thee ...
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... bring To shame his Spring ? * O who so hard an husbandman did ever find A soil so kind ? Is not the soil a kind one which returns Roses for thorns ? She began to wash His Feet with Tears and wipe them with the Hairs of her Head . ER ...
... bring To shame his Spring ? * O who so hard an husbandman did ever find A soil so kind ? Is not the soil a kind one which returns Roses for thorns ? She began to wash His Feet with Tears and wipe them with the Hairs of her Head . ER ...
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... bring , The thorns that Thy blest brows encloses , A cruel and a costly spring , Conceive proud hopes of proving roses . No hair so small but pays his river To this Red Sea of Thy blood , Their little channels can deliver Something to ...
... bring , The thorns that Thy blest brows encloses , A cruel and a costly spring , Conceive proud hopes of proving roses . No hair so small but pays his river To this Red Sea of Thy blood , Their little channels can deliver Something to ...
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... bring the first - born of her flowers , To kiss Thy feet , and crown Thy head . To Thee , dread Lamb ! whose love must keep The shepherds while they feed their sheep . To Thee , meek Majesty , soft King Of simple graces and sweet loves ...
... bring the first - born of her flowers , To kiss Thy feet , and crown Thy head . To Thee , dread Lamb ! whose love must keep The shepherds while they feed their sheep . To Thee , meek Majesty , soft King Of simple graces and sweet loves ...
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Page 127 - WHOE'ER she be — That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me ; Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny ; Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.
Page ix - POET and Saint ! to thee alone are given The two most sacred names of Earth and Heaven ; The hard and rarest union which can be, Next that of Godhead with humanity. Long did the Muses...
Page 82 - Blends all together; then distinctly trips From this to that; then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art; sometimes as if in doubt Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...
Page xi - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Page 195 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day And by thy thirsts of love, more large than they; By all thy...
Page 31 - Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night; Come, lift we up our loftier song And wake the sun that lies too long.
Page xi - Rather than thus our wills too strong for it. His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might Be wrong ; his life, I'm sure, was in the right...
Page 141 - Keep the free heart from its own hands! So when the year takes cold, we see Poor waters their own prisoners be, Fetter'd, and lock'd up fast they lie In a sad self-captivity; Th' astonish'd Nymphs their floods' strange fate deplore, To see themselves their own severer shore.
Page 130 - Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow : Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.
Page 66 - Shall flourish on thy brows, and be Both fire to us and flame to thee ; Whose light shall live bright in thy face By glory, in our hearts by grace. Thou shalt look round about, and see Thousands of...